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...This land is my land, this land is your land,

This land was made for you, not me...



America the beautiful, America the great,

This land has never met a protestor so liberal and irate.

Pseudo illusions may brainwash the patriotic and satisfy the blind,

If only we read between the lines then the truth would not be so hard to find.

We support our president because the nation believes that "It's the right thing to do",

America, open up your eyes...our leader doesn't have the slightest clue.

Trigger happy and greedy for revenge and oil,

We have no reason to be there, so please take our troops off of Iraqi soil.



I once was deaf but now can crisply hear,

Take my advice to avoid B-U-l-l-S-H-i-t at all costs; when the president makes his speech please cover your ears.

I once was blind but now can clearly see,

That this country was wrongfully labeled a "sweet land of liberty".



...This land is my land, this land is your land,

This land was made for you, not me...



United we stand, together as one are all fifty satanic states,

Kill without consequence, oh the plethora of problems that our thoughtless attacks create.

Empty promises may make believers out of the gullible and the hawks love the beautiful bombs and screams of surrender that they hear,

I lower my contaminated and corrupted American flag permanently at half mass while my patriotism and love for my country forever fade and disappear.

When the whole world is our enemy, who will be there to lift our burden and carry our heavy weight?

Eagerly expecting imaginary allies to indulge us with an all you can eat buffet of aid and support, while we only offer in return an empty poisoned plate.

We feast on the misfortunes of the innocent, burning their dreams and future to the grotesque ground and then dance in the frigid flame,

When the troops come home, make sure to inform them to keep their camouflage on and cower in the corner so they won't be noticed, for each and every soldier should be embarrassed and ashamed.



I once was deaf but now the sound is crystal clear,

I refuse to live in fear; therefore the time has come to volunteer to interfere.

I once was blind but now can visualize the terrible torture and disgusting debris,

The freedom that this country falsely proclaims it possesses is anything but free.



...I once was blind but now can clearly see,

That this land was perfectly made for you, but will not be home for me...